Good Morning Mr. Harold

Well, this town is quiet and dark at dawn
Waiting for the lights to come on
Waiting for the sun to come up
Waiting for the bus that seems to take a long time to come

So i left my memories back in rome
Tryin' to start a new life here
Keyboards on my back, my dear
Looking for a place to play
And earn some bucks to pay this motel room

But in the middle of the night
This shadow's falling over me
I cannot see the light

And one fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now

Somewhere i could write a song for you
My fingers touch the black and white
Hard and soft, from left to right
A sticky and distinctive sound
That will stick in your head for years and years

In the middle of the night
This shadow's falling over me
I cannot see the light

And one fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now

One fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now